The world was shaking, and everyone's roars and insults turned into strange and ethereal sounds... Daruchi raised the seventh bottle of wine and felt that his esophagus was already burning like fire.
There was a sky of ice and fire in his belly, and the energy and blood seemed to be rolling out! Daruch gasped, and his red eyes almost lost focus... He staggered for the first time.
The people of Bianliang in the audience were howling and shouting, shouting that this Liao barbarian was about to fall... Brother Yelushan also noticed that something was wrong, grabbed a martial arts master from the boxing hall and asked: "Treacherous Song people,
Are you cheating? Is there any drug in this wine?"
The leader of the martial arts master took a few steps forward and pinched Brother Yelushan's veins to force him to let go. The guards behind Brother Yelushan immediately roared and choked several times, pulled out their scimitars and pointed them at the martial artist!
The sudden sound of the scimitar being unsheathed seemed to wake up the shaky Daruch. The strong man roared again... then he held the table with one hand and raised the bottle with the other and drank the eighth bottle of Erguotou!
The martial artist glanced at Brother Yelu Shan with a cold face, and pointed to the Huo Shaochun on the table to a disciple who was maintaining order on the stage... The disciple from the Yuquan Hall nodded, picked up a bottle of Huo Shao Chun and threw it over.
He caught it firmly, bit down on the cork, raised his head and took a big sip!
"This is the best liquor in the world, Huo Shaochun, brewed by me from the Song Dynasty! Don't make random guesses if you don't know anything about it. I've already drank it... burp... Does this guest from the Liao Kingdom want to give it a try?"
Brother Yelushan was so suspicious that he took the bottle and almost sneezed after smelling it... He took another sip, and suddenly a strong and spicy aroma reverberated in his mouth, and his tongue seemed to be numb!
"What a strong wine. This is... this is new wine? Why have you never seen it before?"
Several guards behind Brother Yelushan came over and smelled it vigorously... "What a fragrant wine!" "Daruch is so lucky...to drink enough!"
"He won't get drunk, right?"
"Probably not. Last time, that barbarian bull drank three jars of wine, and actually rode a horse for more than 20 miles to steal the women of the Jurchen Tatars!"
Tasting the taste of wine in his mouth, Brother Yelushan suddenly said: "Draw your sword and strike at the armor! Wake up Daruch and stop him from getting drunk!"
Several Khitan guards looked at each other, and then they all drew their swords again! The thick back of the sword beat rhythmically against the breastplate, making a dull sound...
"Oh, ho ho ho... Oh, ho ho ho..."
The savage and rough roar echoed in the streets of Bianliang in the Song Dynasty. In the military patrol shop, a veteran soldier who had been on the battlefield in Hebei suddenly heard the iconic roar of the Khitan warriors on the battlefield that he had not heard for a long time...
…his complexion suddenly turned pale!
"The Khitan barbarians are coming, the Khitan barbarians are coming to hunt grass valleys... This is, this is Bianliang! Has the Song Dynasty been captured by the Liao people? Run quickly... ah..."
Before the people of the Song Dynasty next to them realized what the old military leader was saying, the middle-aged official in his forties suddenly frowned and waved his riding whip on a horse closer to the old military leader!
With a snap, the riding crop hit the old soldier's back firmly!
The old army trembled with a headache and woke up instantly. The middle-aged official cursed: "What nonsense are you talking about? This is Bianliang, Tokyo of our Song Dynasty! Where is the chance for the Khitan barbarians to run wild! When our Song Dynasty's 800,000 forbidden troops are all
Vegetarian?”
The old soldier who woke up gritted his teeth and quickly bowed and apologized repeatedly, breaking into a cold sweat himself.
The people of Bianliang all around began to mock and curse, and they sprayed out a lot of filthy words, such as thieves, army Qiu Ba, useless eggless goods, which made several old Imperial Guards who were hanging around in the military patrol shop blush with shame.
Wang Fu had already sat down in a nearby shop to rest under the service of two personal servants. It was too late to stop him anyway, so let's do what you like! At the worst, he could just make up to the nobles of the Liao Kingdom afterwards... That daring merchant
However, the young man cannot be let go. Gaoyang Zhengdian and the general families behind it also need to be beaten hard! The worst... The worst is to give Gao Qiu a good look. Anyway, the emperor also has the idea of reusing Gao Qiu...
It just so happened that they were on the same level as a favor.
The ninth bottle... Daruchi roared and grabbed the table with one hand. The whole person was shaking and almost fell down. Everyone stopped howling and cursing, and everyone was staring at it.
Looking at this barbarian... can he still drink?
Behind the windows of the Gaoyang Zhengdian and several surrounding restaurants and teahouses, there were officials' children or wealthy businessmen and literati watching. For a time, the Gaoyang Zhengdian, which had been silent for a long time, actually attracted countless eyeballs... On the wooden platform, Daruch's eyes were already
I began to become confused, and the wine bottle in my hand could not be aligned with my mouth!
Song Wen's heart has calmed down at this time. This barbarian is really not a human being... Jiubing Erguotou! If he were a normal human being, he would be in a state of death due to severe alcohol poisoning shock, right?
Daruch suddenly smiled, and a scene that he had long forgotten flashed through his hazy mind...the first horse he rode, the first person he killed, and the first woman he slept with!
It seems that my father and mother have long been forgotten, but now I actually remember the smell of grass and cow dung on my grandmother's body! And the smell of milk tea on my grandmother's sleeves...
Daruch took a sip of the cold wine, but he didn't know that most of the wine had already flowed out from the corner of his mouth... Some of the wine was actually light pink! If Song Wen was by his side, he should be able to see... this
My stomach and lungs had been burned by the strong alcohol, and he was literally vomiting blood!
Daruchi laughed, his voice hoarse like stones rubbing against each other... His pale palms stretched out towards the tenth bottle of liquor, but the liquor right in front of him seemed to be far away, and he couldn't get enough of it.
Can't reach...
A martial artist seemed to be moved by Daruch's perseverance and courage. He reached out and picked up the bottle of strong liquor and tried to put it into Daruch's hand... Then the martial artist suddenly woke up and looked back at Song while holding the bottle apologetically.
arts!
Song Wen nodded and raised his hand to indicate to the martial artist from the Royal Boxing Hall that he could hand the liquor into Daruchi's hand.
Holding this bottle of strong wine tightly, Daruch's soul seemed to have flown to a place he thought he had forgotten...
The smell of green grass on the grass was mixed with the smell of wild leek flowers, and the woman's leather robe could not cover her soft body... Daruch pounced on him like a bull! The woman was surprised, and then she whipped her with a riding crop.
On Daruch’s head!
"You rude cow! I am already your sister-in-law, no longer a girl from the Mohan family!"
Daruch raised his head... "In order to collect the dowry for your marriage, my father sold me to a Khitan nobleman as a guard... I am leaving and will not come back."
The woman was stunned, and then allowed Daruch to knock herself to the ground as if she was wrestling, and roughly pulled off the wool belt from her waist. In the end, she just let out a heavy sigh...
Daruch left, riding a horse and carrying an old scimitar... and never returned to the Nadahai grassland.
Daruch fell to the ground on his back, still holding on to the tenth wine bottle in his hand, and only a small pool of wine came out of the bottle.
Daruch's face was full of a happy smile, but his skin was as pale as paper... A trace of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth and nostrils, but there was no trace of pain.